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Monday, 24 March 2014

The Unmade Bed

Artist Tracey Emin

The Unmade BedEmin’s bed leaves me ‘unclean’ and sad forher suicidal past. Were it mine, Icould not display it, I would set it on fire but many more images might erupt,just burning to be exorcised exhibits.Beds are where all of human life reclines:the secret, the hidden, our tears, joys and dreams, sex and birth, sickness, death and dying, all borne of the body and the soul.A passion for sleep may be a death wishbut in my brass bed I live half a lifewhere dreams are, where books are read by candlelight,where thoughts come and poems bubble to the fore.Warm as a womb, a haven, soft, secure, it is never ever made, the white linen only shaken and daily aired to changeits energies. Imagine my hell now: never feeling tired, keeping going,never sleeping, keeping going, never stopping, keeping going, never resting, keeping going, never ever findingtime for lying down and dreamingtill we end our waking lives and die.Cait O’ConnorMagpie Tale time again, go there for more.

12 comments:

Oh, Cait, this is a powerful write. I also like the contrast between the hopeful beginning and the tragic end (or soon to be tragic). Is/was Emin suicidal? (I know nothing about her) Thank you for this!

Cait, I do like the way that your words can lead us into unexpected territory. You treat us with care on these journeys, and I know I want to read each word carefully, too. Often there seems to be a surprise, and then, when I reflect on the poem as a whole, I realize that the surprising turn was a natural part of the pathway you'd prepared.

Thank you so much! I write this as someone who had the luxury to sleep ten hour from Sunday night into Monday morning. Awareness of a few dreams told me that I might have been slightly restless, but mostly I think it was deep, deep sleep.

Excellent- I view my bed and bedroom as a place of rest, a place to read and drink milk with cookies, a place to hug and cuddle and kiss with my sweetheart. And our kitty nestles in with us as each new day begins.Thanks Tess!

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About Me

I live in the heart of rural Wales in an old blacksmith's cottage with five acres of land that includes a river and the old forge. I am slowly creating quite a nature reserve here.
My passions?
Books, poetry (both the reading and the writing of), genealogy.
Photography, music, Ireland, which is my spiritual home
and Wales,my actual home.
My animals, our wildlife, gardening, walking, yoga, cooking.
Last but not least my special family, the old and the new.
Ambition?
I want to be a Good News Reporter.